Fairytale

I dream of a man
who is strong and fair
and constant as the wind -
always changing, never leaving,
strong arms like safety
and a kindness of being.

I dream of a man
whose hand in mine
encompasses all there is to know
of male and female, love
and time, companionship of
walking, and the words coming slow.

I dream of a man
tall and straight like a tree
the wisdom of years hanging
like fruit from the bough.

I dream of a man
in my arms, my own,
with a love that is shared
and constant as the wind -

always changing, never leaving,
forever and for now.

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